#ang.start

hollywood luncheons were, quite possibly, the thing henry hated the most. well, if you exclude polyester, maybe. tired from all the kissing ass done by people lesser than him, he’s a permanent fixture at the bar. as he finishes another old fashioned, henry turns to the nearest figure. “ god, if i see one more blonde skinny wannabe margot robbie bitch i’m shooting myself in the head. ” the drink is replenished, like magic, and he brings it to his lips. “ and if you’re here about the elizabeth short biopic, we’re not greenlighting it. ”

rushing in to the restaurant with a cold brew in hand, the woman brushed past waiters and customers like a bull in a china sop. “hi! sorry i’m late,” she immediately apologizes. rummaging through her bag, she begins to pull out a cluster of items: journals, her laptop, gel pens and neon post-it notes. “you will not BELIEVE the night i had. i don’t know if it was the fact that i am two weeks clean from my vape or a change in moons or whatever the fuck but i was up all night writing so, like, you should be pretty pumped i’m meeting my deadlines!” she didn’t even think to look up at the other as she filled the table between them with the entire contents of her bag. 

luci mostly still felt like a fish out of water in los angeles sometimes, having grown up in new york, he was used to the hustle and bustle there. and l.a. was still busy, but in a different way. and as he stood in line for a green juice after a session with his new trainer, he thought that maybe he was starting to fit in more than he thought. he voiced this to the person beside him, “i don’t think i’ve ever been this l.a.” 

“ you know, there’s nothing sexier than being midway into a hot pocket and having the melted cheese burn the right side of your lip as you bite into it. my dinner was dangerous and delicious. not everyone can say the same about their boring lasagna or caviar, and you know what ? i think that’s very brave of me. ”

geneviève took one more sip before grabbing her things, turning around at the exact moment as another. “oh mon dieu!” she gasped under her breath as her tote plunged to the floor, spilling all of its contents of paper work onto the floor. “goodness, i’m so sorry,” gen stated as she carefully bent down to pick up the wreckage. even though shes lived in america for years, her accent still clinged to her. and she was rather proud of it, since it's the one thing she still has from her home. “no more wine for me, then,” she added with a laugh as she looked up to the figure.

“ i feel like every bone in my body is in the wrong place, right now. ” never one to truly exercise, the last place she’d imagine herself in would be a hot yoga class. but spending forty five minutes looking at the instructor in yoga pants did seem like a great idea. in retrospect, she wishes she had picked something more mild. “ how —– how can these people even do this? and for fun? ”